Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Estonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ralphi Rosario to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Franke,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.